Yeah, yeah
First year being rich, I’m ’bout to cop a house on Riverside
Checkin’ off my list, I buy a boat, I put your crib inside
Mental need a fix, I’m feeling broken since my nigga died
Multiply my chips, I’m losing count, it’s hard to memorize
Boost the economy, dollar for dollar, I gotta be
Lit up my neck, hit the lottery
Did it for Prodigy, wilding in Prada, old Wallabee
Worth in my mind and my prophecy
Coppin these properties, came with a bank and monopoly
Just bought estate in the colony
Bankin’ a shot off the balcony, Mob with the Infantry
Rich what I gotta be, nigga
Movin’ stories and walkin’ through the clouded room
Not the first time being rich, not the first time seeing shit
Made a promise I ain’t going back to bein’ broke
First year being rich, went and copped me a brick (Brick, brick, brick!)
Niggas hittin’ bricks, then they shittin’ bricks
Fuck your hit and miss, niggas missing hits
Illegitimate at hitting licks
Gold neck full of hidden gems, in the gym, like I’m gettin’ ripped
My rhetoric, nigga, let it drip, a half a billion by 36
Top of the year was broke (Cash out)
Done been had lint in my pocket (Uh)
Now I’m plugged like a socket (Huh), bankrolls in my pocket (Cash out)
Paypal was on zero, now I’m counting more zeros
Bank account lookin’ like Cheerios (Huh)
With a Mob-like Robert De Niro (Baow)
Had to learn ’bout grind and patience
Took my moms on a trip to Jamaica
I thought I wasn’t gon’ make it (Huh), I was so impatient (Ayy)
Stressed out, my head was aching (Ayy), now my palms be itchin’
Now these bitches trippin’, now my bank be drippin’
Last year I was broke, I ain’t goin’ back to shit (Yeah)
This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich (Right)
Niggas give me dap and these hoes gon’ show me love (Yeah)
I remember what it was, I remember what it was (Alright)
This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich (Yeah)
This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich (Right)
This my first year being rich (Right), this my first year being rich (Right)
This my first year being rich, this my first year being rich, okay (Coo-coo, yeah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
She want to rock with the man
She want to hop in the Lamb’, rock with the band
She wanna rock with the gang (Rock with the gang)
Ooh, pop a lil’ band
Ooh, I got mo’ bands than yo’ man (I got mo’ bands than yo’ man)
Started from pots and pans to all of these fans
And all these hoes in my pants, ooh, ooh (All of these, all of these, all of these)
I walk in that bih’, I don’t dance, ooh
She drippin’, lil’ bitch, she don’t dance, ooh (Yeah)
Holdin’ my dick with no hands, ooh Right
She coolin’ me off with no fan, ooh
Free my lil’ guy in the jam, ooh (Alright)
I keep a drum like a band, ooh
We robbin these niggas, no change, ooh (Coo-coo, yeah)
Then I take that to the floor, ooh
I’m already rich but I feel like I’m broke (Alright)
Huh, nigga, you know (Yeah)
If I go broke, I’ma cop me a O (Alright)
Yeah, buyin’ my uncle a stove
Whippin’, whippin’, whippin’ real hard (Right)
Teenage whippin’ like he Betty Crocker (Right)
She eat the dick up, she the headdie mobster (Right)
When the strippers on me, throw confetti dollars (That’s right)
When I touch a billion, that’s when I’m rich
Stackin’ my money, you not with the shits (Yeah)
Hundred on the Rollie and my mom got the crib
They callin’ me Tookie, Ice bluer than a Crip (Alright)
Put the hammer in the Benz cause I’m too legit to quit (Yeah)
Addy caught me chillin’ on the Audi with a bitch
Call me Niggarace, each finger, it glists
You try to 2Pac me, I hit you with this, blaow!
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